Page 54 of Kotori
"Are you questioning my judgment?" The question cuts through his words. "Are you suggesting sixteen generations of Matsumoto leadership have culminated in a man too weak to manage his own household? Too foolish to know what serves his family?"
The silence is absolute. In yakuza culture, questioning an oyabun's judgment isn't politics. It's treason.
"Because if that's your position," I continue, "perhaps we should discuss your future with this family. A man who uses my dead wife's memory as a weapon. Someone who mistakes my patience for weakness."
Hiroshi's hands shake slightly. He finally understands that his trap has become his execution. "Of course not, Matsumoto-sama," he says, subdued. "I merely expressed concern."
"Concern noted. And dismissed." I stand, ending the meeting. "My household serves my family's needs. My daughters thrive. My choices reflect strength—the confidence to choose quality over convention."
One by one, they leave, bowing with relief. None want to witness what happens next with Hiroshi.
When the door closes, I face the old man who tried to manipulate me.
"Hiroshi. You've served this family for forty years. That deserves respect, retirement rather than disgrace."
His eyes widen as he realizes how close to the edge he's come.
"But if you ever use my wife's memory against me again, if you question my authority over my household..." I step closer. "We'll see if forty years of service outweighs one moment of disrespect." I straighten my jacket. "Goodnight, Hiroshi-san."
Thewalkbacktomy quarters feels like victory. Political warfare fought without violence, authority reinforced through strength, my claim on her validated by the very men who tried to break it.
Now comes my reward.
I change into a dark blue yukata and slide open the screen to my private outdoor onsen. Steam rises from the natural hot spring, nestled among stones and bamboo. Moonlight filters through the trees, casting patterns on the water. Lanterns glow along the path, illuminating wooden buckets and bathing stools.
The mountain air carries the scent of cedar and mineral water. This hidden sanctuary, built into the mountainside and connected to my quarters, is where only the privileged are allowed.
Tonight, she'll understand exactly what it means to belong to me.
I send a message to Hayashi: "Send Williams-san to my quarters immediately."
I settle on a smooth rock at the pool's edge, letting the yukata fall open. The contrast of cool night air and rising steam makes my skin prickle. My cock hardens with anticipation, already thick and ready to claim what's mine. yukata and slide open the screen to my private outdoor onsen. Steam rises from the natural hot spring, nestled among smooth stones and bamboo. Moonlight filters through the trees, casting silver patterns on the water's surface. Lanterns glow softly along the path, illuminating the wooden buckets and bathing stools.
The mountain air carries the scent of cedar and mineral water. This hidden sanctuary, built into the mountainside and connected directly to my quarters, is where only the most privileged are allowed.
Tonight, she'll understand exactly what it means to belong to me.
I send a message to Hayashi:Send Williams-san to my quarters immediately.
I settle on a smooth rock at the pool's edge, letting the yukata fall open. The contrast of cool night air and rising steam makes my skin prickle. My cock hardens with anticipation of what's coming.
Footsteps approach on the wooden walkway—uncertain, hesitant.
"Matsumoto-sama?" Her voice carries confusion. "Hayashi-san said you requested me?"
"Out here," I call from the onsen. "Come."
She slides the door open, stepping tentatively onto the wooden deck. Her breath catches visibly at the sight of the steaming waters, the secluded garden setting, the night sky above. And me, waiting with undisguised hunger in my eyes.
She wears a simple white cotton nightgown that barely reaches mid-thigh, clearly grabbed in haste. The thin fabric clings to her curves, outlining her full breasts and the peaks of her nipples.Each step she takes reveals the shadow between her thighs, confirming she wears nothing underneath.
"I don't understand," she says, hugging herself as goosebumps rise on her skin. "It's nearly midnight."
I stand, water droplets sliding down my chest as the yukata hangs completely open, revealing my arousal. "You're here because I want you here. Under the night sky, where I can take what belongs to me."
"I was asleep," she says, a hint of defiance in her voice despite the way her eyes keep dropping to my exposed body. "You couldn't wait until morning?"
"You think I care about your sleep when I want you?" I move closer, letting her see exactly what she does to me. "You're here because I summoned you. That's all the fucking reason needed."
